She Rules The Wolves 13 Daddy's Little Princess

Jean Michel sat in a more masculine version of the same office thousands of miles away. He rubbed his head as if he had a headache. Wolves don't get headaches of course unless something has smashed into their heads. He felt like this. "Baby Girl, please calm yourself there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do. Rebecca Wotan is too powerful. She could cut through our entire clan as if we were tissue paper. I have known of her for too many years not to know her temperament. You are lucky, we are lucky she didn't kill all of you." "Now she said something I must ask you about; you took nothing of hers? Nothing was broken?"

"Père! Father, I am not a thief, we are not thieves. I took nothing that that woman can claim as hers." Catherine collapsed onto a leather Cabriole type sofa. Without effort she cried copious amounts of indignant tears. She was so wronged. However Jean Michel knew his daughter, "You took nothing she can claim? Exactly what do you mean by that? You took something?" She heard him take a sharp inhale of breath, "Catherine did you BORROW something? You have borrowed things before! Oh my G.o.d girl, tell me so we can fix things." Catherine peeked at her screen that showed her doting Father who was not acting according to script.

"Olen had a thirteenth century crown. He showed it to me once. I had it sent to Sotheby's last night for appraisal." "Olen said that the crown is one of the oldest European crowns still in existence and said it should probably be in a museum somewhere. I thought that we could help him achieve this and have our family name displayed as benefactors to the Louvre." Catherine finally admitted. Jean Michel Rosemount slowly stood up from behind his mahogany desk, placed his hands down on it's surface and leaned towards the camera. " Did this crown have 12 rosettes on the base, each one supporting a gold stem topped by a lily? The stems and lilies are different in size and height? They look like jewelled versions of the fleur de lys (lily flower)?" Jean Michel was as pale as a werewolf could be and still be alive.

"Yes, I suppose that sounds right. I thought the fleur de lys being Franch would be a perfect symbol of our family." "You stupid conceited fool....." Jean Michel collapsed. "You have killed us." Catherine was startled, father had never been angry or blamed her for anything before. "Get it back! Get it back immediately!. Dear G.o.d! does it look like a man's crown to you? That was a cherished gift to--- G.o.d what was her name? Umm, Joanna Wotan. No no I can't trust this to you, it's too important." Jean stood and paced, "We'll say it was sent to the experts for cleaning and restoration. Yes this may work. A welcoming gift. Catherine ! Leave Rebecca Wotan alone! Don't DO anything. I will arrive in 4 days for Olen's send off. AH! I need a birch tree, I need to contact Sotheby's." with this her father ended the call.

Catherine thought her world could not possibly become anymore insane. Even the room was spinning, she could not understand anything that had happened this morning. "But she said her name was Cally.." she whispered to no one at all.